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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Eyes of the son of the devil
Meena’s POV Something’s wrong. I felt the strong call of the mate bond and overpowered Aralyn for control. My mate is unwell. Aralyn rightfully holds a grudge against him. She was the one who suffered most by his hand when I still wasn’t awakened. Marcellus and I did have some fallouts, don’t get me wrong. Especially during those times when he used telepathic abilities to torture her. But unlike Aralyn, I could understand the reasons for his bitterness, to an extent, I guess. The fact that he projected his thoughts, memories and emotions to us speaks volumes. I understood that he went through a lot. And many of his wrongdoings and plight are linked to our maternal family. That does not justify what he did, not at all, but gives some reason and explanation for his behaviour. Unlike Aralyn, I can see beyond his past wrongdoings. I can see that he, in the end, changed the course of his actions and tried to right his wrongs. I can see beyond the bitter, revenge-seeking, lonely boy who
Last Updated : 2024-03-15Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Did he call for a nun?
Nethanaiah’s POVI remembered the last time I saw him, some centuries ago, his eyes were of eerie steel grey colour. And now, when his eyes opened widely in a sudden and sharp spasm, his irises combusted in neon lava, no traces of his usual steel grey colour that I remembered. He was gasping for air while bouts of what looked like an ichor blood exploded from his mouth. This ichor-like blood started to trickle down his nose while he managed to breathe through whatever internal shock he went through and to grit and scream “nun” over and over again. This lasted for several hours. Three of us barely managed to contain him on the bed when his body began to spasm and shudder violently, and then he was crushed by some unknown force as if he were hit by something or someone. After a few hours of fighting with the demon prince of Wengarthria, he fell into a deep coma-like sleep, and we all fell on the floor, exhausted. He looked like he had died. The only signs of life were his shallow but s
Last Updated : 2024-03-15Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King When the reason dreams monsters come forth
Kandreah’s POV We haven’t yet passed the Mortherra, the bridge between Morsburg and Waltherra. No, more precisely, we haven’t moved an inch from where we were after Morsanctu was defeated. We are seriously struggling to advance as Azabrahs are wreaking havoc amongst our soldiers without even laying a finger on our fighting forces. Thersar, Malleteagan and I merged our powers to make a protective cloak around us, Nexelex and ranked warriors of our allied forces. If it were any different situation than this, I would say that our cloak was spectacular, merging Thersar’s dark magic and mine, together with Malletegan moonlight haze tendrils of power in one magnificent armour. However, there was no time for gloating and admiring the armour. Our low-ranked warriors were taking the greatest brunt of Azabrah’s silent and motionless attack. The four of us stood there in what would seem as a stoic and static observation of Azabrah's clash with our warriors. But we were actually assessing and st
Last Updated : 2024-03-17Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King No rest for the wicked
Kandreah’s POV What a fuck is going on here? Why can’t I smash the bloody Azabrahs with necromancy as the worthless worms that they are? Time manipulation obviously affects them, but necromancy seems not to affect them at all. They will rip me apart with my fears and drive me to madness before they take my soul, the same as they did to warriors before. Think, Kandreah, think, for fuck sake. I can’t keep time frozen for much longer. And then it came to me. Fuck! Why didn’t I think of this before? I just wanted to slap myself.Rumour has it that Azabrahs were Marcellus’ project and creation. He made them the first line of protection and guardians of entry to Waltherra. Marcellus is the strongest warrior and most powerful telepath in the underworld, well, probably in the Soovaree realm, too. Still, he is also a necromancer—the future king of the underworld, the world of death, demons and punishment. Gosh, I am so damn stupid. I cannot kill the creatures made by necromancers with necrom
Last Updated : 2024-03-18Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King An unholy trinity
Malleteagan‘s POV We are all knackered. I am as well, although I didn’t want to show it to my warriors as I need their focus and thirst for fighting and winning in check. It seems that we are slaughtering this fucking reptiles for eternity. And the more we kill them, the more of them seem to come in bouts surrounding and suffocating us. After hours of clashing with pterofidies, we finally managed to enter the Waltherra city and encampment. And then, out of nowhere, hordes of diverse ghouls, beasts and demons seethed through the length and breadth of Waltherra. We were surrounded by the rumble of beasts of different sizes, breeds and skills who were riotously advancing in the blink of an eye, thirst for blood and murder written all over their faces. “Strike!!! Now!!!” I commanded Lycans via mind link with urgency. “Charge”, Thersar, Nexelex and Kandreah followed my lead with the roars to their warriors, which broke out through tumult of shouting, hissing and screaming rumpus and com
Last Updated : 2024-03-19Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Daughters of Hades
Kandreah’s POV After our well-deserved rest, we continued to Sanguinabyss as planned. The border between Waltherra and Sanguineabyss was shielded with protective armour cast by Ramaalen, one of the daughters of Hades. Ramaalen is also known as Melinoa in Earthling’s mythology. Earthlings like to draw parallels between their deities and ours. How did they get the information about Ramaalen and many other Soovaree deities, which they included in their lores and mythology? I have no clue. Anyway, Ramaalen is a torchbearer of Wengarthria’s passages, who brings night terrors and madness. Malleteagan, Thersar and I merged our powers and broke her shield quickly. It was so easy to break it that I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was wrong. “Hey guys, don’t you find it strange that we haven’t encountered the ruler of Walthera during our battle there?” I asked Malleteagan, Thersar and Nexelex. They stopped in their tracks turned their heads to me almost in unison, but remained s
Last Updated : 2024-03-20Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Any news of Marcellus?
Noosha’s POV I am looking at Conrad in downright disbelief. If the bell-end weren’t as sexy as he is, I would kill him on sight. He let Marcellus, that little dickhead run away. He slipped out of my claws again. “Conrad, tell me, why should I spare your life? I have left you for just a few seconds with trull’s spawn, and he escaped from you! You are a fucking joke!” I gritted through my teeth as I pinched the bridge of my nose, breathing in and out to calm my nerves. I cannot afford to lose my cool now. Because of the agenda, Yordanreen and all the other things I invested into this bigger-than-a-life plan. Too many things are at stake here, and I need as much of a loyal fight force as possible to get rid of the dirty old bastard who sits on the throne of Wengarthria. So, Conrad is as sharp as a marble, but hey…he is a good fighter and a great shag. So, although I can imagine myself shredding him into pieces with my magic for letting Marcellus run away, I need to find as much self-c
Last Updated : 2024-03-21Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King We miss Alice, mad hatter and a rabbit
Kandreah’s POV Sanguineabyss is a vast subrealm within Wengarthria. So big that it could be a realm in its own right. Mud and blood are squelching beneath our feet. Its name is warranted by all means. Sanguine means blood in Latin. And this shithole really looks like an abyss of blood. The sky above us is a horizon saturated with ruby and crimson tones, reminding me of bloodied curtains of some perverse shit show while the smell of blood is flowing through all of my senses. I could live without blood for a long time as long as I have a regular influx of necromancy within me. The energy of death has a bizarre effect on me. It keeps me alive. My warriors, on the other hand, at least those faes who do not have necromancy elements within, are dependent on blood to survive. During the past few battles, they had more than enough opportunities to quench their thirst, to the disgust of non-vampiric warriors in the alliance. So, given the bloodbath we caused in conquered subrealms of Wengart
Last Updated : 2024-03-22
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Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King We aim to serve
Elantra’s POV I was unable to bear this tension, danger and peril as I watched the cold steel of the blade pressed against Malie's skin and her life hanging on a thread, depending on the whim and mercy of mercurial vampiric Fae. With determination, I spoke out: "King Kandreah, I, Elantra Proserpina Morterey of Wengarthria, am hereby granting you permission to enter the main Macabantran encampment and any of the subrealms of Wengarthria, which are under my jurisdiction! I have done what you asked for, now leave my sister alone”. As I uttered those words, I heard Malie crying out a desperate “no” to me. I could see the relief, hope and determination surge in his eyes as he realised he had been invited. Without a shred of hesitation, he turned around with an obvious intention to leave both of us as if nothing happened, as we meant nothing to him. He obviously didn’t give a damn about us or about the mate bond. We were liter
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The domino effect on the world order
Elantra’s POV What is your name, love?” he asked me with a palpable rage and an undertone of mockery in his voice. “Elantra,” I responded obediently as if I were the little girl in front of the executioner and not a daughter of the lord of Hell. I knew that the knife on Malie’s throat was a promise that he would kill her on the spot if I didn’t comply. Yes, Malie can be a handful, but she is my twin sister and soulmate, and it would break my heart if something happened to her. I love her, and I want her to live regardless of her being a bitch most of the time. "That is too long for my liking. Ella…darling, I wanted to share something with you and your sister…. Ooh, sorry love, I didn’t quite catch your name…” He smirked and turned his golden-eyed gaze to Malie. She told him to fuck off while struggling in his embrace, trying to set herself free. He whispered something to her ear so quickly and under his breath that I couldn’t even catch what he said despite my c
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Between us sisters
Elantra’s POV Malie nagged me to visit the battlefield for days, telling me she had found her mate. It was useless to remind her that we Mortereys have little to no chance of finding a mate. I have told her that she is delusional, but when she wants something, there is no way to set her mind off that. And now she had one goal - to visit Macabantrah and test the mate theory out, and for some reason, she is adamant that she want to go there with me. I don’t know what this all was really about: did she want to test the waters of mate bond? Did she want to convince me or herself that this is possible and that maybe she really found a mate? Whatever the reason, I could see that she was consumed and perhaps even excited with the idea. I mean, who could blame her; we spent eternity doing our “job” as dark celestials, daughters of rulers of Hell and Wengarthrian royals. I don’t blame her for wanting some sense of normalcy and to break this millennia old cycle of loneliness. But I als
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The twin mates
Kandreah’s POV When I saw Hades’s twin daughters together, I finally understood what people think when they say they can’t see the difference between me and my brother. These two look like doppelgängers! They were as alike as two peas in a pod, and both looked exactly like the woman my warriors described to be seen during the Sanguineabbys and Konneyard battles. Both had ash blond hair smeared with subtle shimmers of lilac - as if they spent all day rolling and rubbing in the field of lavender in full bloom to achieve this hue in their hair. They had those same daunting eyes: one lilac eye like Noosha and one cobalt blue like Hades. Both were as slender as a whippet and had faces that could launch a thousand ships, but their aura stank worse than a fish market on a scorching summer's day. They radiated wickedness, danger, and spite like a pair of black cats crossing your path under a ladder, setting my skin crawling like someone tossed a bucket of spiders on me. To te
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King The stages of grief
Kandreah’s POV While standing helplessly in front of the Macabantran gates, I went through all the stages of grief in the blink of an eye. I went through denial when I managed to work through my pain and drag myself while being pain-stricken with Thersar’s torment in front of the Macabantran gate. I was appalled with horror in front of my eyes. As Thersar’s demise-ridden pain wrecked through every nerve of my body, I watched his last moments with disbelief. Just when I thought that this was the final blow, which would be my undoing, the closeness of my soldiers who died in the battle started to shatter my body inside out, gnawing at my mind and soul. The death of every single soldier in my army was a new blow to my already broken body and heart. After initial shock, denial and disbelief, uncontrollable rage erupted from me. I screamed and tried many ways to break in and barge into the castle, but nothing worked. Even what it meant to be an attention-seeking roar of rage came
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King You die anyway
Kandreah’s POV We were passing through this infamous shortcut, which was more like a sewage-like labyrinth if you ask me, when I bent over and stumbled with an unwilling groan before I fell on my knees and stubbed my hands into the dirt and mud of Wengarthria. I felt so weak and dizzy, as if I was just seconds away from collapsing. The high-pitched, blaring sound grated through my ears, threatening to split my head in half. It reminded me of the ringing of life-supporting machines when someone dies, but as if someone put amplifiers on them. Beads of sweat protruded along with searing pain, the ache like no other which surged through me, piercing and rippling through my body. Every drop of blood in my body felt like it was scorching, sizzling, and as if it was about to combust in flames before turning to ashes. The agony was unbearable. It felt like I was dying. Only once before, I felt the pain like this, when I lost my soulmate. Regardless of the severed bond between
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Not their Alpha
Erzelus’s POV But it looked like someone in the background had greater control over the forsaken Lycans than I did because drums rattled again in the next moment, along with a command rumbling to forsaken Lycans to attack. It overpowered and overrode the natural inclination of forsaken Lycans to submit to their Alpha. I am not their Alpha anymore. They do not answer to me anymore. They are not part of our pack anymore, and if there was even a smidgen of doubt in their logic, reasoning and where their loyalty now lies, it all became clear when they started attacking Lycan troops. My Lycans were over-excited with my comeback, and this idling is not something we can afford. This can cost us battles and lives; we have no time for this. Because, on the other side of the castle, dwarves, Fae, and witches were still in the ruckus of the battle against Wengarthrians. I stepped in while handholding Lev and roared: “Drop the fucking formalities! Lycans, regroup! Flank the Allies! Shield the
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Their Alpha
Erzelus’s POV The interior of the encampment was a vast, oval-shaped, dark and massive hall the size of a coliseum. Instead of walls, the encampment was enclosed with grand window-like structures, which seemed impenetrable. These window-like walls didn’t allow even a figment of light to protrude. Each window was adorned with vile and despicable frescoes depicting the destruction, apocalyptic violence and scenes from the underworld. In every corner of this eerie city-sized castle, there seemed to be an attempt at creating a macabre amphitheatre. It was as if a disturbed and malevolent architect had deliberately sought to challenge, mock, distort, and contrast every conventional thought, philosophy, aesthetic, and norms in rational thought, art, architecture, and culture, transforming them into something dark, ominous, and bizarre. This colossal castle seemed like an erratic response of a sinister rebel in architecture, a hub for defying the traditional building. Every corn
Unwanted daughter of cursed Alpha King Where is Thersar?
Erzelus’s POV Mark's contorted body serves as a testament to his tragic death and grim fate, symbolising just one of too many lives that have been and will continue to be lost in this relentless battle. The weight of lives lost became heavier as I scanned through limbless, scavenged, deformed and mutilated remnants of warriors from both sides, which hung from the ceilings. The cadavers blanketed the grotesque frescoes and icons of the Macabantran encampment. Bodies were strewn everywhere, suspended from ceilings and windows, littering the ground— that is the grave extent of casualties that this battle yielded. And many more are to yet die before the battle finishes. The windows were sprayed with blood and innards of diverse creatures who lost their lives, looking like someone had a paintball battle with leftovers of burnt shepherd pie. Corpses and bodies of soldiers from every walk of life were flailing across the Macabantran fort; mush and gore were everywhere, littering th
